Captain Chong, the second Chinese-American Air Force pilot had found ground control aircraft-directional batons and guided the big jet to its parking position, while Captain Wong talked the second 747 down onto the runway. The first big jet parked, facing outwards, and its engines began to wind down. The second one completed its landing and came around towards the terminal. There were only two ladders on the terminal waiting for the aircraft. The others had been hidden by the U.S. troops to control the newcomers getting on and off without being noticed.

A ladder was pushed out to the aircraft and the aircraft’s door opened, guns pointing out from the door in every direction. The major could see communication between his men and the visitors, and Captain Wong asked for the second ladder to be placed on a rear door of the first aircraft as well. The major couldn’t understand why until he watched the second aircraft close its engines down and the large jumbo jet nose of a 747-Transporter began to open.

It seemed that everything was in order to the men inside the aircraft. Captains Wong and Chong stated they had everything under control and started being arrogant, even issuing orders to the men coming down the ladders. The American soldiers hidden everywhere watched as about 200 armed soldiers wearing green camouflage uniforms—certainly not correct for the snowy, white conditions—exit the aircraft.

“That was definitely a bad call on the part of the incoming soldiers,” the major thought to himself. The Chinese soldiers took several minutes to exit, walking down the two sets of stairs and forming up underneath the left wing of the first aircraft. To those watching, it looked like there were two companies of 100 men, each with a commander. Then the engineers, all in civilian dress and some in white overalls, began descending the stairs. The two Chinese-American pilots, Wong and Chong, issued orders to the civilians telling them where to find the equipment to refuel both aircraft.

A couple walked up to Captain Wong and asked him something. He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a dozen large 9,000 gallon jet fuel tanker trailers that the now dead men had pulled closer with the bulldozers earlier. Then Captain Wong, making his Chinese-made rocket launcher more comfortable on his shoulder, looked around and showed the man the skyline for some reason. The major expected that the engineers had asked for the fuel storage tanks. There were none of the noticeable fuel tanks at this airport. The closest million-gallon tanks were in New Jersey.

Fortunately, being Air Force personnel, the American pilots knew what these guys would need to refuel a jet and had tested everything. The men then went over to an underground fuel outlet connection and a discussion ensured. Captain Wong shrugged his shoulders again and pointed at the fuel truck.

Several engineers then walked over to the second 747, using an elaborate system to lower two good-sized forklifts to the ground.

Major Patterson was worried; he wasn’t a small man. At 5 feet 9 inches tall he had dressed in the dead men’s clothing so that he could also be mobile. It was time for him to take a look outside. Two of his men made sure that nothing showed apart from his civilian clothing and he walked up to the entrance and descended the stairs down to the aircraft area.

As he neared the troops, there was an order screamed by Captain Wong and every one of the 200 men stood at attention and saluted. He very nearly saluted back with an American salute, but thought the best of it and waved a reply to the salute as if he was a civilian head of state, and continued walking to the engineers.

The engineers saw his approach and immediately all stood still and bowed as he arrived. The major, totally puzzled at what his men must have told these people, pointed to Captain Wong and signaled to him to come and talk to him. They moved away as the entire 300-person invading Chinese force stood at attention.

“What the hell did you tell these Charlies?” the major asked.

“I was a little lost as to what to say to these guys, but thought of something that would really scare these Chinese soldiers to make them totally under my control. I told their commanders and their chief engineer as they exited, that you, the Supreme Commander, flew in an hour ago straight from China to see how the landing was going to be handled. I told them that your special jet has been hidden from view in one of the far hangars in case we are attacked, and that you are going to return to China once the two aircraft have taken off. That made all the pilots jittery and I told them to clean up their aircraft and expect company. All became as scared as rats, and then suddenly I was in total control.

“Sir, just act out the scene and I believe we will have these guys refueled and out of here within a couple of hours. I showed him that there were no large fuel tanks anywhere around JFK, which the engineers seemed worried about, but I told them we should have enough fuel out of the mobile tankers my men have pushed forward with the bulldozers. I’m going to get more men to see if there are any more fuel tankers stationed at the other terminals. These birds need about 60,000 gallons each and we are pretty close right now.”

“Tell their soldiers to create a defensive position by the entrance to the Van Wyck Highway and let them freeze to death for an hour,” replied the major. “Also ask them if they have brought the supply of extra cell phones with them. They need to bring them into the terminal building to keep warm, as well as any electrical parts, which can’t handle cold conditions. I will go back and watch from the terminal windows. Give me two men in the captured clothing to act as my bodyguard and then tell all the engineers that if they do a good job I will give them some gifts before I leave for China. And don’t salute me, soldier, now bow and go!”

“May I suggest you inspect the guard, sir? It might look a little more real,” Captain Wong replied, bowing and running off to the engineers. He quickly spoke to them and then shouted to the engineers in Chinese to pull the tanker trucks up one at a time to both aircraft.

The major then acted like he was God. He walked around the aircraft as two men ran up to protect him. He whispered the plan to them and they acted like they were protecting the president. He got to the troops and they all saluted. The commanders did not look at him, but stared over his head, as did all the troops. He did a quick look at the front row of both groups and then walked back to the terminal as the two small forklifts each brought a pallet of products.

An unoccupied exit door was opened by two other plain-clothes men in the terminal, and the pallets were lifted into the terminal and pushed into the building as far as the forklifts could reach. They went back and returned with two more pallets, the major noticing that the troops were now being deployed between the vehicles and the entrance to the Expressway and out of the way. Captain Wong returned to say that the troops had no more communication devices, apart from small military communication radios, and that they were beginning to ask questions.

For an hour, the fueling went on using both electrical generators and pumps underneath the aircraft wings as one by one the trucks were pushed into position by the bulldozers and the large generators pumped in 500 gallons a minute. It would take them at least two hours to pump more than 60,000 gallons into each aircraft.

Another ten pallets of equipment arrived on the two forklifts and were placed in the terminal, soldiers moving the pallets out of the way once the driver’s backs were turned. They made a hole in the furniture mountain and placed the pallets in a secure place away from the ambush zone. Pallet after pallet was dropped onto the runway area and the forklifts moved them into the second, unused terminal next to theirs. Meanwhile, another six tankers had been located and were being driven and pushed into place by the dozers.